"You'd better stop struggling and making a fuss bitch cause if you don't, I'm going to tell your old man. You've been teasing me for the past month and I'm going to collect before you walk out of here."
She still continued to try to get free but she kept her mouth shut. She knew Ted would carry through on his threat. She was still trying to kick him when she felt him push his cock against her panty covered ass. She wasn't even aware of him having unzipped his pants while she was fighting him. She wasn't going to let him do that and she increased her struggles but to no avail. He used his weight to hold her against the wall while her panties were shoved roughly aside. She felt him penetrate her pussy as he jammed her tighter against the wall. At least he didn't try to get it in her ass.
As Ted pumped away from behind while she was crushed helplessly against the wall of the room, Roz thought that this was the culmination of her humiliation. This was what she deserved! To be raped by the man she cheated on her husband with and not for the first time. She was stupid enough to believe he was a decent man and would listen to her when she told him it was over. She couldn't even shed a tear as he fucked her for the last time as though she were a common whore.
Ted was grunting as he plowed into her and his pace was simply fast and hard. This was brutal rape, pure and simple and she had to endure it. Ted finally gave a shout and shot his load inside her. He pushed once, very hard and then held himself still as his cock pulsed inside her. It seemed to go on forever as she pressed her face to the wall, her eyes squeezed tightly shut. He finally moved back with a sigh and let her go. She slid to the floor in shame.
"Roz, you always were a great fuck. Too bad it's over. I know this is just between us now so I'll leave you alone as you asked. Now, why don't you get yourself cleaned up and get the fuck out of here."
Roz stood up, pulled her skirt back up and straightened her clothing as well as she could. She looked once at Ted and saw nothing but his smirk. Nothing else. She turned and walked out the door without another word. Ted yelled something as she left but she didn't hear him and didn't care anyway. This disgusting part of her life was over and not a minute too soon.
She ran down the single flight of stairs to her car. As she flew through the back door of the hotel, she almost ran into a woman just entering. Roz glanced at her without recognition but her tears made everything a blur and she quickly dismissed her. She sat in her car for some time, trying to calm down and get some degree of control over herself. Her initial excitement with Ted was long gone, replaced by shame and humiliation. That elusive something missing in her life was no longer important. What she had to do now was to find some way of recovering her life, the one that she had forgotten about for too long. Hopefully, Mrs. Fenton would tell her how to begin to make things right. With a sigh, she drove home, not noticing the car that followed her all the way.
She entered the home that she had shared with Reese for the last 12 years to clean another man's cum from her cheating body before he or the girls came home. She stayed in the shower for over 30 minutes, just crying and wondering how in the world she could have fallen to such a low. She didn't seem to be able to get clean and wondered if she ever would again. Finally, she dressed for her session with June Fenton.
Her meeting that afternoon with Mrs. Fenton, or June as she was instructed to call her was not very productive. First she decided not to tell her of that afternoon and the rape. Then, June wanted to ask a lot of questions and she hardly referred to the things that Roz had told her last week. Each time Roz mentioned something, June listened but told her not to be too anxious. They would deal with things in their time. Roz finally settled back in defeat and answered the questions that June asked. She saw little sense to most of them but June appeared to be quiet happy.
As their session came to an end, June wrote her a prescription for an antidepressant and told her to begin taking them that evening with dinner. She explained that Roz was clinically depressed and had been for some time. These pills should help make things a little easier and give them time to work on correcting the underlying causes. Roz promised to begin right away and they made an appointment to meet twice a week, beginning that Wednesday. Roz left feeling somewhat more hopeful and stopped to fill the prescription. The pills were called Zoloft and June told her that they had few side effects and not to worry.
Over the next few weeks, she took her pills, went to her sessions and she stayed home in the evenings and spent as much time with Jacey and Jada as she could. Sabrina had the business under control and she told Roz to spend the time with her family. As she did, she noticed something gradually growing in her. It was the love of her daughters and their joy in everything they said and did. She had forgotten all of that for a time and found herself beginning to relate to them again. She began to notice what they were doing and who they were seeing and where they were going and she watched as they took it all in stride and enjoyed it all. She found herself enjoying it with them. It was all so simple. Just live and enjoy what you had. She found that she was less and less unhappy and woke one morning surprised to find that empty place she had been trying to fill, mostly full. Only her relationship with Reese was a problem and that was the last missing piece.
She waited one evening after the girls had gone to their rooms for the night before walking into his den. He had been spending almost all of his time in the evenings in there. As she walked in, she saw him dozing in his chair, the TV on low and tuned to a sports channel. She walked over to the chair across from him that she often used, sat and just watched him. She took in his hair, noticing more gray than she had in the past. She looked at the face she had lived with for over 17 years and was surprised to find some fine lines: new and somehow attractive. She saw that he had lost some of his belly recently and wondered how. She saw the man that she loved and wondered again why she had forgotten that. He was enough for her: more than enough. He made love to her, he did for her, he was always there for her and he was all that she could ask for. He was enough. Why had it taken her so long to realize that.
Without waking him, she left the room and went to their bedroom. She realized that they hadn't made love since the Sunday night before she went to the seminar. That had been over 12 weeks now. She tried to remember the last time either had suggested it and found to her surprise that Reese hadn't since that night. She had tried on several occasions but Reese had found some excuse. Why had she not noticed that before this? Why had Reese not come to her? Why had he not wanted to make love to her? She had no answers and that scared her. Scared her to death. She undressed slowly and crawled under the covers. She began to cry to herself as she remembered again what she had done. As she slowly calmed down, she began to drift off to sleep. The last thought she had was: what if he knew?
As things continued without change, she tried to find the passion and love that she used to feel and tried to rebuild their love life. The problem was that every time she prepared to make the suggestion to Reese, she felt the guilt and deceit sour her intention leaving her unable to make the overture. As a result, she remained unavailable to Reese, in part because he never initiated it himself. She wondered what was going to happen to them if things continued this way. So many nights she cried herself to sleep knowing that Reese was still downstairs in his den, avoiding her.
Time passed and things remained the same. She was making little progress with her sessions and she had stopped taking the pills since they made her so very tired. One good thing was that she and the girls had completely returned to their previous relationship and she found herself more and more comfortable with them. They were again mother and daughters and they shared many things. If only she could find the key to her life with Reese.
Roz had been working at the kitchen table on a new menu for an upcoming catering job when Reese came in to get a beer. He had been working in the den for the past hour. Roz thought he seemed tired and distracted recently, but that was nothing new. As VP of Hadley Controls, his job often carried an extra burden when the customer needed the compliance work done quickly in order to gain a permit.
"You look tired honey. Why don't you give it a rest tonight and work on it with a fresh eye tomorrow? I can fix you a snack and we can take it out on the deck. I think the girls are out of the pool so it would just be you and I and a bunch of munchies. How about it?"
"I know Roz, but I have to get this damn thing done so that Harrison and crew can take the plan up to Chicago next week. If I don't do it now, it won't get done. Phil is on vacation for the rest of the week to attend his daughter's wedding so its me or nobody."
Roz just shook her head in frustration but tried to give it another shot.
